Kevin was rather drunk that night. He ended it by driving down a highway exit ramp, at 2:30 AM, and proceeded the wrong way on a divided highway. A little after that, he noticed some bright lights up ahead.

He wondered, "What's this? Some idiot's driving the wrong way!"

The lights got brighter. Then he heard some very loud horn blasts, so Kevin decided to slow down a little. Fortunately, the truck driver hit the brakes and pulled to a stop.

Kevin ran his little red Ford Pinto, head-on, into the front of a stationary Peterbilt semi tractor-trailer. He and his passenger both hit their heads on the dashboard; blood went all over the place. They staggered out of the car, and sat on the side of the road, dazed, for a couple minutes.

Then Kevin, splattered with blood, wandered over to the semi, climbed on the step to the truck driver's cab, looked up at the truck driver, and asked, "Hey, are you alright?".

The truck driver laughed, and said, "Yeah, I'm alright. The police should be here in a few minutes. Are you guys OK? They asked me if you're gonna need an ambulance."

Kevin replied. "Nah, we're OK."